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After Death

Continuing Consciouness

Consciousness is eternal. It’s all one can say
Without clarity suffering a severe blow.
From my limited perspective I cannot see
Past the game and illusion that happens to be
Something that I agreed to. I’m not meant to know
But a tiny bit – enough to get through the day.

Timelessness is a concept. It is also real.
The idea is for me. The reality
Is of infinite intelligence. When I die
I’ll awaken from time and space. Never will I
Not have worlds of experience. I am To Be
Here and now with my true self only to reveal.

But in order for existence to continue
There has to be some semblance of the illusion.
It’s more flexible and less rigid after death.
Yet this game I will play ‘til I take my last breath.
I do not favor Thanatos. I just have fun
Delving into odd places to entertain you.

Time and space do have meaning on the other side.
Life here is made of billions of frames per second.
Only one at a time I am meant to act out
Even though I’m projected in all without doubt.
It will be a new game when my soul is beckoned
By the force that begot me. I am satisfied.

A Powerful Message

You Are Everything

Powerful is your essence. The eternal flame
That is you shall never be extinguished by you
Or by anyone else. You are the universe.
You may feel sometimes that existence is a curse,
But the fact that you are here can offer a clue
To the confounding puzzle that has not a name.

You are infinite spirit, body, mind, and heart,
And a heartfelt expression of the infinite.
You are thought and the dream become reality.
The fabric of existence wanted you To Be.
The divine spark that you are remains ever bright

You’re the whole of creation as well as one part.

The nature of eternity you understand.
A conscious decision was made by the divine
That confirms your creation out of perfection.
You maintain by your focus a strong connection
To the God force within you. You are by design
An expression of worthiness, and you were planned.

This moment is eternal and all that can be.
From within it you are born into here and now.
Now has always existed and ever shall be.
Is it not time that you acted accordingly?
It is up to you only to choose to allow
All that you are made up of to be completely.

Do One Simple Thing

Changing Life's Story

In the moment one recognizes a desire
There are two simultaneous acknowledgements.
One is having that something. The other is not.
People put their focus on the latter a lot.
When this happens it brings on the worst of events.
This duplicity about things does life require.

The balance of the universe lies though therein.
All creation is twofold. Each has within it
The potential of the thing not manifesting
And, of course, the good feeling that having does bring.
Knowing which is the better requires not much wit
And to choose to feel bad is a terrible sin.

I add to one side or the other through the day
As my thoughts become random and infiltrating
Which do I want to focus on? That is easy,
But I act to my detriment unconsciously.
I can pay attention to what makes my heart sing,
Then to negative emotion I won’t fall prey.

I’ll acknowledge the positive aspects always
As my life keeps unfolding. It opens the door
To every opportunity. Doors remain closed
If I keep on thinking the thoughts that are opposed
To the thing that I want more than ever before.
I can change my life story to one of some praise.

What Did I Forget?

The Essentials of Mental Functioning

By nature not forgetful, as one would prefer,
A clear minded existence – one rich and fulfilled
Is the daily experience. So on this day
I remember the thinking that gets in the way
Of my best understanding. Alive and self-willed,
I’ve control over everything that must occur.

I was told who I am and was given a name
To be used as a handle. I am a game piece
On the boardwalk of being, but is this all true?
I identify not with the essence I knew
As an infant arriving, but now I release
All the past acts committed that have caused me shame.

Letting go of the old thoughts makes room for the new.
Selves maintain the conspiracy that they create.
Self-imposed purgatory, psychotic and vile,
I can get rid of also. My spirit, meanwhile,
Never loses its memory yet still feels great.
There is limited time to do what I must do.

…And that is to remember what self has forgot.
Way deep down inside I’m the fabric and structure
Of existence itself. We are all undefined,
But the name that we give ourselves is humankind.
What indeed but self-knowledge can make life more pure?
All I need is the truth in whatever is sought.

The Real Me

The Self Undefined

I pretend to be someone significantly small
Compared to who I really am. Poor little me
Is afflicted with beingness. Can I awake
From this dream of my selfhood? Was it a mistake
That the universe carelessly caused me to be?
My flirtation with waking up leads to my fall.

What the whole universe is doing I do too.
Waking up is the realization that I
Am something that the whole universe does just as
The wave is something that the ocean does. Life has
Dualistic convergence. I exemplify
All there is as one being with one point of view.

Not like being locked in a dark room forever
Will it be when I die. That’s not experience.
Nonexistence everlasting is so absurd.
Only from fearful people is such a thing heard.
When I wake up from this life the next will commence,
And this self that I am now will exist no more.

Consciousness is continuous. As people die,
More come into existence. I am every one
But can only experience one at a time.
As I am this one now, my awareness is prime,
And I know that I will never get it all done.
I’ve respect for the laws with which I must comply.

Existence Is A Relationship

The Joy of Spiritual Alignment

That humans are irrelevant is a notion
That is not of good fashion and unfamiliar.
Man believes he has dominion over nature
But the acts of some humans are vile and impure.
In due time we may leave an indelible scar
On the face of the planet. We may be undone.

It’s a simple idea, but understanding
Is one bit of a challenge. Yet actually,
Every creature is head of its own universe
And all make up this world in the way we disburse
Our life owning perceptions. A certain degree
Of acceptance of this is a wonderful thing.

This world is made up of all its many creatures
And their conscious awareness of all they perceive.
It’s an act of creation just being alive
So that our interacting is enough to drive
The process of existence. A grand interweave
Is the heart of creation with many features.

Each creature creates the world in its own image.
Existence is relationship with the cosmos
Through the vast neurological complex each has.
Evolution occurs for us just as long as
Our behavior on earth becomes less bellicose.
Each of us comes to be by the will to engage.

Setting Goals

Aiming At Targets

There are goals and there are wishes. The difference
Is that wishes have no energy behind them.
But our goals are infused with our life giving force,
And they have to be written down clearly, of course.
If they’re not written, then dissolution will stem
From them not being realized. Does this make sense?

Write it down in first person and in present tense
Like it’s happened already, and isn’t it grand!
If you do this each morning, after thirty days
You’ll achieve more than six months’ worth with your old ways.
Every evening, revisit to check where you stand.
Do develop this habit for blessings immense.

Ask your self these two questions: “Have I done things right
To move me more toward the thing I most desire?
And what would I do differently if I could?”

Your self-confidence rises indeed as it should.
There’s no limit to blessings that you will acquire.
All the while you are carefree and bask in delight.

“It ain’t bragging if you’ve done it,” and you’ve done more
Than this time space reality wants or expects.
You’ve made progress by being the person you are.
Keep your attitude positive, and you’ll go far.
Setting goals should be simple and should not perplex
One right back into wishing mode just as before.

Seventeen Seconds

A Miracle's Creating In Moments

Seventeen is the number of seconds it takes
To create some momentum from one focused thought.
In that bit of time, can I think just of one thing
Without measuring pros and cons and what might bring
On a rabid complexity where mind is caught
In a game of survival that’s played at high stakes?

After holding a single thought consistently,
It gains attraction power. Thoughts most similar
Coalesce and get stronger within the spirit.
Energized, the emotions will play and not quit.
And there is not a danger of going too far
As the source of all being is much part of me.

Another seventeen seconds… then, another…
After sixty eight seconds, emotion runs high
And impulses come flooding in from everywhere.
Manifesting the good feeling puts me right there
Where the universe notices. No longer shy,
All the life I’m entitled to has to occur.

I can’t deal with conditions, but feelings I will
Change exclusive to anything that’s going on
Which is outside my sacred self who is at peace.
Every bit of the struggle I need to release
To the cosmos for processing. Much fear is gone
By performing this exercise just for the thrill.

Wonder

The Zest In Life

On a rock unimportant that circles a star
Insignificant on the outer edges of
A small galaxy nestled away in deep space
Is a petri dish species called the human race.
It’s a feeling of Wonder. We happen to love
This bizarre circumstance no matter who we are.

…At least, that’s how I think other folk would respond
To the weird situation consciousness is in.
I know some people tune that right out of their minds
And rely on fake thrills and rubbish of all kinds.
Insignificance blossoms until I begin
Noticing everything to which all have a bond.

This rock produces people as the apple tree
Generates tons of apples throughout its life span.
Alien life would find us most significant.
All that remains peculiar is also brilliant.
Can my eyes of a child make me a better man?
They were given to me so that I choose to see.

Between faith and belief, there’s a wide difference.
To believe is to wish. It’s a kind of a creed
Or a fervent hope that a certain thing is so.
But faith means there are things that I don’t have to know.
Hanging on to the rigidity at light speed,
The sensation of floating describes my suspense.

Death Is Fiction

...A Tiny Chapter in the Story of Eternity

In my life, have I ever died? Did I come back?
I can say that I’ve not had that experience.
Nor do I know another who’s done such a trick.
People come up with stories, then lay it on thick
To all ears that will hear them at their own expense
When their weak minds are susceptible to attack.

Have I ever met someone supposedly dead –
An ethereal wisp of a faint silhouette…
Or a form of some essence apparently true?
If I heard voices, folks would ask, “What’s Wrong With You?”
So, I’d never admit that. I’d have deep regret

If the dead spoke to me and I heard what they said.

I have not seen or met one beyond the doornail
Nor has anyone else with feet flat on the ground.
It takes imagination, special connection,
Or some measure of both before faith has begun
To depart from reality where all is bound
By the strict laws of physics that always prevail.

So, where does this idea come from that I’ll die?
The nonsequitur notion is fiction at best
Created by the limited view I allow.
There is life after life in the eternal now.
I shall not be accustomed to being at rest.
Death is merely a fairytale most will deny.

There Is No Insecurity

Well Worth Repetition

If God so clothed the ladybugs why should I fear
That I might become needy in ways that demean
Self-respect and life purpose? My faith tank is low.
Since Jesus is the boss’s son, shouldn’t I know
He’s also my big brother? Does that sound obscene?
Only that which is positive do I adhere.

He would not have been put to death in India,
Where the people believe we’re all God in disguise.
They would just have accepted him as a wise one.
But the task put upon him would not have been done
Were he not among wilder folk and much less wise
And with perverse attachments to harsh Roman law.

Today knowledge is plentiful as it has been
Throughout all human history. Teachings abound
For the self’s true awakening. Why do I wait?
Is it fear that my ego will not feel so great
Since it’s only a concept and nothing profound?
The chance to think of acting will come once again.

Transformation of myself into unattached
Selflessness is impossible. That is because
I have selfish reasons for wanting to do so.
In the death of the fake self the true one will grow
In accordance with all the spiritual laws.
In a nest of security my soul is hatched.

The Biggest Joke Of All

The Illusory Duo

Jokes I play on myself are imaginative.
If it weren’t for my trick self, I’d have none at all.
Some say I should get rid of it, But I cannot,
Because it thinks like I do. I’m all that it’s got.
Mostly it takes the big roles. I’m left with the small.
I ask myself if this is the right way to live.

But, alas, it can’t answer. It thinks everything
Is an intricate puzzle it only can solve.
When it can’t, it’s frustrated, as if it exists
As a viable entity. On it persists
In its ‘it-centric’ world where all things must revolve.
Onto some sense of purpose this person must cling.

So, there’s no getting rid of this subsequent dude
Come about like a tattoo etched over decades
Of abuse of his surface – a time tapestry
Of eternal becoming. The ink runs through me
But shows up not through thick skin. Freely it pervades
And presents as my ego. As such, I am screwed.

I end up doing nothing and leaving it to
That which is ever conscious and omni aware.
I can’t grasp nor rid myself of all I become.
I alone cannot get it. The getting comes from
Consciousness Universal which is everywhere.
There’s no need to get anything but a damned clue.